Summer excursion amid tangles
Of sharp-thorned brambles thick
Sweet purple – black fruit to find
And in our baskets stick
It is a joy to scavenge so
But the pales when we compare
To the lovely jam that we will eat
That mother will prepare
dVerse – Brambles
When I was little – when I was small
With the simple things – I could have a ball
A lazy lizard,
Turmeric yellow – in the grass
A sea serpent would become
My old leather boot pirate ship
Would sail past giving him all guns
Then in euphoria
A buried treasure I would find:
A penny in mum’s potpourri
That someone left behind
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #30 “This week we are writing about childhood, about When I Was Little. . . . The words and phrases to consider are
turmeric, lazy lizard, potpourri, penny, old leather boots, sea serpent, and euphoria. This week I’d like to see poems using at least three of these words or phrases.”
Yellow duckies in the bath
Innocent pleasure – with toddler-toes to guide you
Amid pink turtles – along your bubbled path
Three Line Tales, Week 232
I listen carefully to the chimes’ approach
Such a simple tune should be beyond reproach
Creamy goodies are on their way
The kid’s all hear it from blocks away
They rush and scramble to get their place
Wanting treats to fill their face
But there is not so much as a mask in sight
And social distancing, “is so last night”
But summer’s here, hot cocoa days are past
So this daily jostle I guess, for months will last
And hopefully a new spike will not result
And make this daily scramble halt
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24: I’m only suggesting you use two of the seven words or phrases. Choose carefully. Here’s what you have to work with: kindling, hot cocoa, monsoon, purple mountain majesties, fig leaf, rubber ducky, and cheese puff.
Cardboard tube – brightly painted
But the true magic was inside
Peeping through the little window
Shape shifting moving colours
Seemed to be alive
One of my most fascinating preschool toys was a kaleidoscope. That little tube gave me hours of enjoyment, and really did seem like magic in my four or five year old mind.
Weekend Writing Prompt #160 – Kaleidoscope in 23 words
With all time and space
And a box bigger inside
You’d think that the Doctor
Would find a better place to hide
While behind the settee
From extermination we hid
We at least had the excuse
Of just being a kid
Evil lurks beneath the bed –
Amid rolled up socks and week-old bread.
A banana peel, now hard and brown,
But worst of all – that grinning clown.
I know monsters – they are not there.
But the chalk-faced fiend – from the fair,
To hide from its gaze, I shoved it there.
So each night, I must pass in terror,
Till Mum cleans up – I must beware.
I think the sign -KEEp OuT of My ROOm,
Is something I should get rid of –
And really soon.
Terrifying Tuesday #1: Your challenge is to explore the world of childhood frights and use it as inspiration for a story, poem, or whatever you like.
Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass. She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex. She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch. It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch. She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.
Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020
Harvey was winded –
Or was that wound?
So full of excitement –
He couldn’t be bound
He ran, jumped, and sprinted –
Rolled – a world to explore –
Till at last he was winded –
He could do no more
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: “winded child”
Clouds (image found on You Tube)
The Clouds of Childhood
The brothers lay on their backs and looked at the passing clouds, discovering the menagerie hidden within.
Dragons and tigers – Drifting images overhead – Imagination
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, July 31st 2019, clouds
The challenge is create a so called “One-Bun”, it’s a haibun-form created by Jim Kacian and the goal is to create a haibun that has only one line including the title, the prose and the haiku (in this case a one-line haiku).